Apparently, their coach heard of what happened that night, and right now, they are having a scolding of their lifetime. Yakov called all of his members on a sacred hour called lunch break.
Yakov was crossing his arms and he looked like he was about to burst an artery that Yuuri was actually clutching his phone deep on his pocket so that he could call the emergency hotline immediately, just in case.
How Yakov found out, nobody knows.
"I absolutely would not tolerate that kind of indecency in my team!" he said angrily, but his angry look was directed at the team captain who just seemed to brush it off with a carefree smile. Yuuri looked over at his direction and their eyes met. Viktor winked at him for some reason, and Yuuri did not have any clue why. His eyebrows furrowed a little before looking back at their coach who was still blowing their ears off.
"If you had the time to drink you asses off, then you should just devote your time at practice!"
Yuuri zoned out after that sentence. He still had a terrible hangover. He could not remember what happened last night.
From his periphery, he could see the youngest member of their team roll his eyes. Phichit looked so guilty and the Kazakh was still as stoic and expressionless as ever. The older members of the team seemed to be used to it, especially the team captain.
Yuuri felt his phone vibrate. Only a few people knew his number, and he knew that none of them would text him at this hour. If it was an important thing from his mom, he would have received a call instead. It was probably a spam message, he thought.
His attention went back to their coach who was now threatening them that they would be terminated from the team if they were caught like that again.
The school bell rang, indicating the end of the break and everyone looked both annoyed and disappointed. Yakov's long litany ended with a low growl as everyone walked out of the room and Yuuri bowed in apology to him before leaving. He hurried up to his next class, which was on a different building.
The class was incredibly a drag, and his head was still throbbing against his skull. The page of his notebook was now filled with doodles.
Sometimes his notes were neat and clean, sometimes it was not. Right now, he was doodling his home, the nearby park as he remembered it. They weren't very good. It has been a while since he had seen his home.
His phone vibrated again, and this time, he decided to take a peek. There were two unread messages from the same unknown sender.
"Let's meet after school later 3
– Viktor."
"The parking lot sounds nice."
Yuuri furrowed his eyebrows and squinted. Is this the same Viktor that was their team captain? What's with the heart emoji? Questions flooded his mind. What the hell?